Yes, I am a corporate slave,
Coming at the office 6 days a week.
The long restless hours,
Is making me sick.
Yes, I am a corporate slave,
Rain or flood, I have to work.
Inside my mind is a little brain,
So fragile and dark.
Yes, I am a corporate slave,
I travel for two hours, for a 8 hours shift.
To my friends out there,
Childhood is indeed a gift.
Yes, I am a corporate slave,
I work like a machine all-day long.
My feelings has no meaning,
Which is why, I have keep my mind strong.
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Dont mind the Lyrics
PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
